Page 19 of Drown Like Heaven
One second I was watching him jack off over me, and the next my knife had slipped an inch, slicing his skin.
Mason’s nostrils flared and he grabbed my wrist, then pressed his tongue to the blade of the knife, licking his blood right off it without an instant of hesitation. I could hardly breathe, but not because he was choking me again.
Because I swore his blood was glistening with tiny threads of gold.
But I didn’t get a chance to confirm it because Mason snatched his shirt off the seat and held it to his neck to cover the bleeding.
He moved his hand faster, stroking his dick as his hips twitched and his breath got choppy. My breathing worsened and I sank my teeth into my lower lip so hard it hurt, my fingers trembling without the handle of my knife to grip. Mason’s head tipped back, all his muscles tight and straining. He was gorgeous.
He furrowed his brows as he finally came with a low groan, painting my stomach with thick ropes of cum, watching himself come all over me. I watched his dick pulsing, half-wishing he’d just fucked me instead of doing that.
Mason hung his head, breathing hard, his taut skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
For a minute, the only sound was our joined breathing and the rain on the windows.
“I’ll take you to the bus stop,” Mason said, breaking the silence as he tucked his cock back into his shorts. “You can keep my clothes.”
“Okay,” I said, shakily pushing myself to sit up. I knew I should’ve felt relieved—and Idid—but some part of me was disappointed.
Mason’s scent was still filling the car and sticking to my skin.
He grabbed our clothes from wherever they’d landed around the car and pulled his hoodie on before helping me get dressed, wiping his cum off my stomach with his t-shirt. The collar of his hoodie partly covered the small scratch I’d left on his neck, but the scab forming looked normal from what I could see.
I maneuvered over the center console to get back in the passenger seat, and Mason walked around the outside of the car. The bus stop wasn’t very far from here, so our drive was short.
“Are you pissed at me for cutting you?” I asked, unable to keep the words inside. It would be extremely hypocritical if he was mad, though, after all the shit he’d just done to me. Plus, it was an accident.
“No,” he answered shaking his head. “It was hot.” He looked at me. “And I know you didn’t mean to.”
We were at the bus stop now. It was still drizzling, but not the same downpour as before. This bus stop was covered, at least.
“Make sure you shower tonight,” Mason said as I reached for the door handle.
“What? Do you have diseases or something?”
“No, it’s not that. Just do it.”
“Wha—”
“Your first day of classes is sometime this week?”
I nodded, my mouth snapping shut.
“Then do it.”
Chapter 6
Dakota
My fingers curled around a cheap blue ballpoint pen, my face turned towards the window of the classroom. This type of pen was my favorite; not retractable, but with a simple plastic cap. Students filed in slowly, sitting at the long tables arranged on ascending steps. I was in the last row, sitting with the windows at my right, the coldness outside seeping through the glass and making me feel especially cozy in my sweater.
I leaned forward, looking down at my phone laying flat on the table as my hair cascaded around my shoulders, curtaining me in my own world like a waterfall.
Mila :I heard your professor is really hot
Me :Well, I wouldn’t know. He isn’t here yet. How did you even hear that?
Somehow, Mila justknewthings. She was well-connected. We couldn’t have been more opposite in that regard, but I loved her for it. Ludmila and I had known each other since high school, even though she was a grade above me—and nobody really called her Ludmila, except her family. We’d been in the same friend group, then coincidentally went to the same college.
